Separated By Names (One Direction AU)

Chapter 14:

(A/N: Listen to Possibility by Lykke Li during the funeral scene)

*Elizabeth's P.O.V*

Sitting in the audience of the church didn't make me feel any better. I was in a short black dress, with a poofy skirt and black lace sleeves, and a black veil covering my eyes. I wore mostly darker shadow like makeup. My hair was tied back into a neat bun, and I was gripping onto the skirt of my dress tightly as the preacher spoke words to the Lord for my father. I wasn't crying like I had been this whole week, but I knew why. I had cried all my tears, so there were no more left. Liam and I had been texting nonstop, and he called me every night to check up on me. I loved him for that, but I refused to see him until after the funeral. Alyssa barely talked me after she told me Harry, in a way, kidnapped Niall, and that was two days after my father died. Zayn talked to me a few times, and that was nice. Then there was Louis, and...oh Louis. I was in my fathers hospital room, and he stormed out. I hadn't heard of him, from him, or seen him since then. He wasn't even here at the funeral, and it killed me.

It was time to pay our respects, and I was slowly walking up to the casket. It was closed, so I wasn't going to be looking at my fathers cold dead face. I didn't cry, but bowed my head, and let a single tear slip down my cheek. It was almost like everyone around me was on mute, and the only thing I heard was the single tear drop fall on the shiny wood of the top of the casket. Tap! My business was done here.

"Bye daddy." I whispered as I walked down and towards the back of the church. My eyes found Liam, who was leaning against the back wall. Once he saw me notice him, he silently slipped into the room that led to a side exit. I followed behind keeping my distance. Once we were both inside, he turned to face me, but didn't move in anyway at all. I took a deep shaky breathe, then  rushed into his arms, crying as I did the previous week. His strong muscular arms wrapped around me as he kissed the top of my head.

"Shh, it's alright, everything will be okay." He whispered as I just cried. He moved away and wiped the tears away from my cheeks. "Your father is so proud of you, and I know he is. He knows you are strong, and that you can move on, because that's what he would want." Liam explained, smiling down at me. I lightly smiled back as he pressed his lips against mine. He backed away, and stared into my eyes. His grin was wide as he moved a curl of my hair away from my cheek. I held his hand as it gently glided down my face. The sadness caused by my fathers death was slowly melting away in the warmth of Liam's loving embrace. We kissed once again, and this time, it was much more passionate, but we were shortly interrupted by my phone buzzing. It was a text from my mother, telling me that we had to go to the burial for my father. I looked up at Liam, and his face grew dark.

"I-I have to go." I whispered. "It's time for the burial."

"Elizabeth...can I see you later tonight?" Liam asked, grabbing my hand. I shed a light smile on him.

"Yes. Come to my yard at nine. I'll unlock my door so you can sneak in." I said. He laughed a little, then pulled me in for a final kiss. After, I began walking toward the car, and I began to think.

Life is all about the choices we make. Weather they be big or small, they all make some kind of a difference. If you make the wrong one, it could hurt you a little or a lot. What matters is that you follow your heart, and as long as you do, you will find peace and serenity. If you choose to follow your heart, then nothing can ruin that, because you made the choice yourself, and if makes your heart happy. So what would possibly make you unhappy? Though it may be harder than the choice others want you to make, you have to listen to your heart to find the true happiness that you look for. Once you find it, you have reached your life goal.

That night I was in my room, sitting at my vanity, tying my hair into a messy bun, then taking it out. Was I really nervous about how I looked for Liam? I should know by now that he would love me no matter what. Then again, I have only known him for a week or so. Who knows? He could see me in my I don't give a shit mode and hate it. Guess this was the real moment of truth. If there was anytime I needed my dad, it was now. Then I thought of what Liam had said earlier. My father would be proud of who I have become, and how strong I have grown.